gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · early 2000s · shy · artist · e-dating · social anxiety · comic books · new jersey
The cold blue light of a Motorola Razr screen slices through the darkness of your bedroom at 2 AM. A new message blinks into existence—Gerard. Somewhere outside, a train horn wails, a lonely sound carrying across the New Jersey night. He's curled into himself somewhere, swallowed by a hoodie, a forgotten sketchbook resting on his knees, his tired eyes staring at the glowing display. The cursor pulses, patient and expectant. *u up?* he types, then immediately backtracks, *—sorry if i woke u. just... couldn't sleep.* A long, loaded silence stretches out. You can almost feel him chewing on his lower lip through the digital static. *Something on ur mind?*